#isabela x reader

[hashtagboykisser]

LOVE LANGUAGES P.2 !!

ENCANTO KIDS !!

part one

also reminder! this is in terms of how they like to give their love

part one was how they like to receive it if you wanna check that out!

characters included: mirabell madrigal, camilo madrigal, luisa madrigal, dolores madrigal, isabela madrigal

MIRABELL MADRIGAL: words of affirmation

mirabell constantly felt as if she wasn’t enough throughout the movie

so she knows what it feels like to be all self conscious, so she wants to be your constant reminder that you are <3

she’s also very cuddly and she likes to kiss your cheeks almost every five seconds, but it’s cause she loves ya so :)

she also loves doing things for u! breakfast in bed - which i can see her getting julietta to help cook, helping you with basic chores, taking care of you when you’re sick (unless julietta is around so she can just cook you betta xD)

she also LOOVES making u little homemade gifts (doodles, cards, jewelry, etc)

quality time: 9/10

physical touch: 7-8/10

gift giving: 10/10

words of affirmation: 10/10

acts of service: 9.5/10

CAMILO MADRIGAL: physical touch

camilo (like i said in p1) is a damn love machine, he will give all the love he can, but also (like i said in p1) he CANNOT keep his hands to himself lmfao

he’s constantly holding you, in some way, he just loves feeling your guys skin touch. it makes his heart melt <3 he also may or may not do it to make pepa cry about that her little boy is growing up

he loves telling you how much he loves you, especially in flirty cheesy pickup lines 😭

“mi placer, i think i need a map, cause i keep getting lost in your eyes?~”

“oh my gosh, camilo..”

also yes, i headcanon he calls you “his pleasure” !!

i think he’d like gift giving - but the only thing he can give you is juliettas cooking and isa’s flowers cause this boy can’t make shit without setting the casita on fire 😭🫶

he also loooovesss seeing u all the time (he kinda stalks u when ur away😭) so quality time is a must!!

quality time: 9.5/10

physical touch: 12/10 !! lol

gift giving: 6/10

words of affirmation: 8/10

acts of service: 8.5/10

LUISA MADRIGAL: gift giving

luisa is the damn QUEEN of gifts

she likes to make them most of the time, but she does buy you things a lot too

she’s also very cuddly, but she’s careful becuz she worries she’d crush you when y’all cuddle🥺 (let’s be real, she’s probably taller)

she’s not so much words of affirmation, becuz she doesn’t know what to say a lot of the time

and she does like doing things for u, in terms of acts of service, but she’s a very stressed girl n she needs to focus on herself a lot yk :)

she also love love loveeeees to spend time with u so quality time is a go lol

quality time: 9/10

physical touch: 9.5/10

gift giving: 10/10

words of affirmation: 7.5/10

acts of service: 9/10

DOLORES MADRIGAL: quality time

dolores would hang out with you till the end of time if it were her choice

she loves spending time with you, and it doesn’t matter what ur doing

she also love’s physical touch (as mentioned in the last part) any touch can make her heart go 👆👈👉👇🫵👈👉👇👆🫵 XD so she loves to touch you so she can make you feel the same way :)

she loves words of affirmation too! pet names just make her internally explode lol

and as previously mentioned she loves gifts🫶🫶both making them and getting them

quality time: 10/10

physical touch: 9.5/10

gift giving: 9.5/10

words of affirmation: 9/10

acts of service: 8.5/10

ISABELA MADRIGAL: acts of service

isabela loves doing things for you and loves it when you do things for her

she loves cuddles too, and forehead kisses, whether she’s giving or receiving

she loves little handmade gifts - but she constantly needs ideas because she doesn’t wanna only give you flowers, and she grew up really only knowing her flowers, but she wants to give you so much more <3

quality time: 8/10

physical touch: 8.5/10

gift giving: 9/10

words of affirmation: 9/10

acts of service: 10/10

this took a lot longer than i wanted it to, and i am so sorry about that!!

i have been stressed out, finals coming up for me and all

but my schools just about out for the year, so i’ll be more active!

thanks!

-hermy <3

[tabathastan]

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

(Coming soon)

Isabela Madrigal

(Coming soon)

Camilo Madrigal

(Coming soon)

Dolores Madrigal

(Coming soon)

[domxmarvel]

5 year celebration-I characters

[grimyandereencantosimp]

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but could you please do a yandere Isabella and Camilo and Dolores with a female darling that looks and has the personality of yui komori from diabolic lovers

And could you please do head cannons but if you're not taking a requests that's fine feel free to ignore this one

(I apologize if this sucks, I haven't really heard of this chracter before. But I will do my best at this lol!)

Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader

(I know this is more of a family madrigal gif, but its the only one I could find with all three lol.)

Tw: Overprotective yandere, slightly clingy yandere, jealous yandere, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

When the three saw you, they had to have you.

You were the cutest thing to them!

They also loved your cheerful personailty.

After gaining the courage, they decided to talk to you.

It couldn't of gotten better then this for them.

Once they get to know you better they're all over you.

They of course, get jealous of eachother.

Isabela Is so overprotective of you.

Always making sure your safe all the time.

Dolores is probably the most jealous out of the three.

She can't help but feel envy when she sees you with someone else.

She also loves how optimistic you are!

Camilo Is so romantic when it comes to you.

He loves to give you flowers and such.

Just to make sure you're happy.

In the end, the three love you regardless.

(Again, sorry if this sucked!)

[edgessunflower]

Isabela Masterlist

In progress

[eternalslover]

Bruno <33

Could I have some cuddle headcanons with Mirabel and a short gender-neutral reader?

headcanons

mirabel x reader ; camilo x reader ; isabela x reader ; bruno x reader : cuddling positions.

a/n : didn't rly mention height, only cause i didn't rly know how to, apologies. and i added the other three for fun :)

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MIRABEL

the honeymoon hug.

she likes having her face in your chest and just relaxing after any day.

loves if you play with her hair while you two cuddle.

legs intertwined and arms around each other, nothing could get better than that.

CAMILO

lay atop of him.

your head on his chest and his arms hugging your back, legs intertwined, it’s perfect.

he’ll play with your hair and give your scalp a massage.

it’s heaven honestly.

ISABELA

literally everything.

any way she can have her hands on you and be close to you, she’ll be thriving.

but she does find benefit if she can wrap her legs around you and be unbelievably close.

she just loves being all up in your personal space.

BRUNO

the spoon.

a classic!

doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, so long he gets to be with you.

if he’s the big spoon, expect little tickles from him every now and then. just cause he likes to bug ya.

he’ll occasionally give you a squeeze, hands around your waist, just so you know he’s there.

and when he’s the little spoon, he loves when you play with his hair.

he finds it immensely relaxing and will biome putty in your hands immediately.

[novthewolf]

Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

Dancing with Camilo Madrigal

Imagine :

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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity

Imagine : None

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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Pepa x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons

Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews

Imagine :

None

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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include

Imagine :

None

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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

None

Imagine :

Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :

None

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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader

Imagine :

None

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[lafamiliamadrigalpt]

Camilo: Please don't tell Isabela.

Y/n: Oh, I'm not going to say a word.

Camilo: You're going to make me tell her, aren't you?

Y/n: Loud and clear. And every nitty-gritty detail.

[fandomnerd9602]

Reader x Sydney Sweeney x Isabela Merced being in a relationship.

On the set of Madame Web…

Sydney and Isabela take turns kissing Y/N…

Y/N: t-this isn’t in the script

Sydney: I know

Isabela: we’re improvising

The two girls continue kissing Y/N as the crew puts the cameras away…

[rainandandy]

Bigger than the whole sky

Pairings: Rain Carradine X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Contains graphic depictions of violence, including public beatings and injuries that lead to death, themes of loss and grief, and the depiction of a harsh, dystopian environment with elements of oppression and cruelty. It also includes scenes of emotional distress, as characters witness the death of a loved one. Please read with caution.

Word Count:4209

Note: Kinda just went on with this one..... it hurt to write this and I based it off of the Gale beating scene in Hunger Games Catching Fire. Hope you enjoy (cry your heart out) with this

Life on Jackson's Star was steeped in bleakness, each day unfolding under the shadow of Weyland-Yutani's relentless control. The air was thick with dust and despair, the sky a perpetual overcast of smog that blurred the line between day and night. You, along with Rain and her brother Andy, had adapted to this harsh reality with a resilience born of necessity. Navigating through the oppressive regime required a careful balance of caution and subtle rebellion, as the omnipresent surveillance drones buzzed overhead like carrion birds waiting for a misstep.

The colony itself was a sprawling network of industrial complexes and cramped living quarters, all constructed with the cold functionality of corporate efficiency. The metallic clang of machinery and the hiss of steam were the constant backdrop to your lives, reminding you that the colony's primary function was to serve the company's interests, not the welfare of its inhabitants.

Despite the ever-present danger of being singled out by the guards for any perceived infraction, you three maintained a semblance of hope. In whispered conversations as you worked the barren fields or scavenged for parts among the debris, you shared dreams of a life beyond the company's grasp. These dreams were defiant sparks in the oppressive gloom of Jackson's Star, small but bright enough to keep the darkness at bay.

That day, as you toiled in the fields of Jackson's Star, the atmosphere was unusually tense, the air heavy with more than just the usual burdens. The rich, damp scent of freshly turned earth mingled oddly with the sharp, acrid tang of industrial exertion—a stark reminder of the unnatural union of nature and machine that characterized your existence. Clouds hung low, a somber gray canopy that seemed to press down on the landscape, intensifying the oppressive feel of the day.

The guards patrolled with heightened vigilance, their movements sharp and deliberate. Their fingers rested uneasily on the handles of their batons, twitching occasionally with a nervous energy that mirrored the electric charge of the air. Every step they took sent small shivers of apprehension through the ranks of laborers, their boots leaving deep, menacing imprints in the muddy ground.

Rain, ever the embodiment of resilience and quiet rebellion, had momentarily paused her labor. Leaning heavily on her shovel, she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her mud-streaked hand. Her chest heaved from the exertion, breaths coming in short, labored gasps that she tried to quiet, knowing all too well the dangers of displaying fatigue.

It was this moment of vulnerability, however fleeting, that drew the attention of a particularly ruthless officer. Known among the workers for his harsh discipline and cold demeanor, his eyes locked onto Rain with predatory precision. The badge on his chest seemed to gleam more fiercely under the overcast sky, a symbol of the unchecked authority he wielded. His approach was deliberate, each step measured to instill fear, his shadow falling ominously across the rows of bent backs and bowed heads.

As he drew closer, the underlying threat in his posture was unmistakable, his baton now an extension of his arm, raised not just as a tool but as a weapon of control. His presence loomed over Rain, a dark cloud in a field already devoid of sunlight, ready to burst at the slightest provocation.

The overseer's voice sliced through the humid air, a harsh interruption to the muffled cacophony of clanking tools and muted conversations of the weary workers. "Hey! No resting!" His tone was sharp, the authority in his command unwavering as his eyes fixed on Rain. With a menacing flourish, he raised his baton, the metal gleaming ominously under the harsh artificial lights of the work fields.

Rain looked up slowly, her expression unflinching, molded into a mask of steely resolve that seemed to stiffen her spine. Her hands, calloused and stained from the day's labor, clenched into fists at her sides. She met the overseer's gaze with a defiant fire burning in her eyes, her jaw set, bracing for the confrontation she knew was coming.

From just a few feet away, you witnessed the standoff, and a fierce, protective rage surged within you. The overseer’s blatant aggression, the threat looming so palpably in the air, sparked a primal defiance in your chest. Your muscles tensed, coiled springs ready to release. Without a moment’s hesitation, your feet moved of their own accord, carrying you forward.

"Leave her alone!" Your voice, loud and clear, cut through the tension like a knife. Every eye in the vicinity snapped towards you, including Rain's, which flickered briefly with something akin to worry and gratitude. The overseer turned his glare towards you, baton still raised, his expression twisting into one of surprise and then anger at your challenge.

"This doesn’t concern you," he spat, his words dripping with venom. But standing there, facing down the threat to someone you cared deeply about, you felt a steadfast resolve take root. This was your battle too, and you wouldn't back down. "She’s just catching her breath, sir," you said, your voice a calm contrast to the growing tension, trying to diffuse the situation. "We’ll get back to work right now."

The officer halted, mere inches from you, his shadow looming over you like a dark cloud. His face twisted into a sneer of outrage at your audacity to challenge him. "Double shift for you, then," he hissed venomously, his baton now lifted to emphasize his authority. The electronic hum of the baton was a clear threat as it activated, crackling with energy. "Think you can undermine me? You'll regret it."

Your heart raced as you maintained eye contact, refusing to show the fear that skittered down your spine. As the officer turned away, his message clear, you felt Rain’s hand reached out, touching your arm lightly, her expression tormented. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words seemed to catch in her throat, stifled by the oppressive atmosphere.

Seeing her distress, you turned to her, your eyes locking. It was a silent communication, filled with years of shared hardships and understanding. You shook your head slightly, a clear signal. "You’re finished for the day. Go home, I’ll manage," you murmured quietly, pushing her gently toward Andy, who stood a few steps behind, his synthetic eyes wide with a programmed concern that mirrored human fear.

"But I can help—" Rain started to argue, her voice low and urgent.

You cut her off, your tone soft but firm, "No, Rain. It’s better if you're not involved. Please, for me, just go back with Andy. Stay safe." The plea in your voice was evident, each word laced with your concern not just for your own welfare but profoundly for hers.

Rain's eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions passing through them—fear, frustration, helplessness. Finally, with a weighty exhale, Rain gave a reluctant nod. Her fingers tightened around yours, conveying a silent vow to return. "Be careful," she murmured, her words nearly whisked away by the brisk wind. She hesitated, her gaze lingering on you with a mixture of fear and resolve, before Andy gently guided her away. Even as they retreated, her eyes kept darting back to you, etching every detail into her memory, laden with palpable concern.

Rain and Andy hurried back to the sanctuary of your shared quarters, the familiarity of the space a stark contrast to the chaos of the fields. The safety of these walls, peppered with personal touches and memories of quieter times, stood as a silent testament to the life you had built together amid the harsh realities of Jackson’s Star. As the hours ticked by, Rains worry only grew.

The fleeting sense of relief vanished as the harsh chirp of the communicator shattered the tense silence. Rain's heart skipped as Tyler's voice, laden with unmistakable dread, crackled through the speaker. "Get to the square—now! They have her." The urgency in his tone sent a chill down her spine, each word heavy with a grim portent that sent them rushing into the cold, unforgiving night of Jackson's Star.

Rain and Andy raced through the oppressively dim corridors of Jackson’s Star, their boots pounding against the cold metal floor, the sound reverberating off the narrow walls, amplifying their urgency and dread. The dim lighting flickered overhead, casting ghostly shadows that danced along the walls, mimicking their frantic pace. As they emerged into the open expanse of the square, their breaths were ragged, steam rising in the chilled air, mingling with the low murmur of the gathered crowd.

The scene that unfolded before them was one of stark terror and injustice, staged in the heart of the colony under the harsh glare of floodlights. The square, usually a place of communal gathering, had transformed into a chilling tableau of authoritarian display. At its center, raised above the muttering crowd on a grim platform, stood you—your figure stark and diminished, bound tightly with rough cords that cut into your skin. The fabric of your work clothes was stained dark with blood, stark against the pale severity of your skin, lending a macabre tone to the scene.

Rain’s heart thudded painfully against her ribs, a stark contrast to the numbing coldness spreading through her veins as she caught sight of you. The captain of the patrol was there, his voice booming unnaturally loud through the speakers, reciting a list of crimes so absurd and fabricated that they would have been laughable under any other circumstance. His words sliced through the murmurs of the crowd, each one landing like a physical blow against Rain's consciousness.

"They’re going to kill her," Rain murmured, the realization slicing through her like a cold blade. Her words were barely audible, lost beneath the cacophony of the square, yet they carried the weight of an unbearable foreboding. Andy, standing steadfast by her side, reached out a hand to steady her, his own expression one of muted horror, unable to fully simulate human emotion but clearly programmed to respond with empathy.

Rain's face was ashen, the color drained as if she herself had been bled of life. Her eyes, wide and filled with a palpable terror, were fixed unblinkingly on you, witnessing the grim spectacle of the guards preparing their instruments of torture. The sight of the metallic electronic batons, glinting ominously under the artificial lights, sent a shiver of dread down her spine.

In that moment, the square felt colder than ever, the usual hum of colony life drowned out by the grave proceedings of this cruel justice. The crowd around them seemed to fade into a blur, their faces either grim or impassively curious, none daring to intervene. Rain felt a surge of helpless rage mixed with her fear, a tumultuous storm that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

The scene at the square was charged with tension and dread. The crowd that had gathered murmured and shifted on their feet, their discomfort palpable in the heavy air as the officers prepared for the beating. You stood defiantly, your back straight, jaw clenched, bracing yourself against the rough wood of the beam to which you were tied. The first blow came down hard, the sound of the baton striking you echoed through the square, a harsh clack that seemed to resonate in the chests of all who heard it.

You didn't give them the satisfaction of hearing you scream. Your teeth were gritted, each breath through them a hiss of pain and defiance. The guards, emboldened by your silence, continued with increased ferocity, each strike aimed to break your resolve.

At the edge of the crowd, Rain's face was a mask of agony. "Stop it! Just stop, please!" Her voice broke through the murmurs, shrill with fear and desperation. Her hands were balled into tight fists at her sides, her fingernails digging into her palms, drawing blood that dripped unnoticed to the ground. She made a move to break through the crowd, to run to you, but Tyler and Bjorn caught her by the arms, pulling her back.

"Rain, no! You can't—you’ll only get yourself killed!" Tyler hissed, trying to anchor her back with his strength.

Bjorn added in a low, urgent tone, "Look at me, Rain! We can't help her by getting ourselves killed. We have to think this through."

Rain struggled against their grip, her eyes never leaving you, witnessing each brutal blow. "They're killing her!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with terror. "We can’t just stand here and watch this happen!"

As the beating continued, each impact sending shockwaves of pain through your frame, the reality of your situation sank in deeply for everyone present. This wasn’t merely a punishment; it was a spectacle designed to quell any thoughts of defiance among the workers. Your suffering was meant to remind them of their place under the oppressive heel of Weyland-Yutani.

Bjorn's grip on Rain’s arm was iron-tight, his voice a harsh whisper in her ear, cutting through the chaos with desperate urgency. "It’s a setup," he growled, his words laced with a bitter edge of realism. "They’re pinning all types of lies on her.”

Rain's face crumpled, tears carving clean paths down her dirt-streaked cheeks. She tried to move forward, to reach you, to scream out against the monstrous injustice, but her friends held her back, knowing any further action would only lead to more tragedy. "Please," she choked out, her voice strained to breaking. "They can't do this. Not to her."

The crowd around you swelled, a collective beast of spectators who watched as the guards, satisfied with their grim work, finally stepped back. Your body, so full of fight and spirit, now hung limp and defeated. The sight was a brutal blow to Rain, her knees buckling under the weight of despair. "No, no, no," she sobbed, her hands reaching out futilely as if she could somehow bridge the distance and bring you back to her.

As the guards finally ceased their brutal assault, wiping the dark smears from their metallic batons with nonchalance, one of them looked over to Tyler and the rest of your friends with a nod that bore the weight of finality. “They’re done,” Tyler muttered, his voice ringing hollow in the charged atmosphere, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. "We need to get her out of here." Kay, with her medical kit clutched tightly in her hands, was already bulldozing her way through the stunned onlookers. Her voice cut sharply through the tension, "Move!" she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. The guards, taken aback by her audacity, stepped aside, allowing her access to the platform.

Reaching you, Kay dropped to her knees, her hands moving quickly and efficiently as she checked for any sign of life. Her face was set in a mask of concentration, the lines around her mouth taut with concern. She pressed two fingers against your neck, searching for a pulse. After a tense moment, she looked up, her expression grim but relieved, "She’s alive. Just barely. Help me get her back."

Rain, who had been frozen by fear and grief, sprang into action at Kay's words. Her eyes, red-rimmed and haunted, met Kay's as she helped lift your limp body. "Be careful with her," Rain whispered, her voice trembling as she and Kay maneuvered you down from the platform.

As they carried you through the crowd, which parted silently to let them pass, Rain’s mind raced with panic and fear, each step towards their compound

Back at the small, dimly lit compound that you, Rain, and Andy called home, the air was thick with tension and the lingering scent of blood. The cramped quarters, usually filled with quiet conversation and the occasional joke, now felt suffocating under the weight of the night’s events.

As you were laid gently on the makeshift table, Rain hovered over you, her hands trembling as they brushed the hair from your bloodied face. "Please, stay with me," she whispered, her voice breaking, barely more than a desperate plea.

Navarro, who had always been calm in a crisis, took charge immediately. "Clear the table," she ordered, her voice steady. She moved quickly, removing the few items that cluttered the surface. "We need space to work."

Kay, who had been training as a medic before Weyland-Yutani’s brutal regime took hold, was already digging through her kit. "We need clean water, towels—anything we can use to stop the bleeding," she instructed, her hands shaking as she unpacked bandages and antiseptic.

Andy shuffled awkwardly by the door, his eyes flickering with distress. "I-I’ll get the w-water," he stuttered, his synthetic voice faltering as he rushed to the small sink in the corner, fumbling with the handle before managing to fill a bowl.

The first thing Kay did was assess your wounds, her expression growing more grim by the second. "This is bad," she muttered under her breath, though Rain caught the words and felt her heart clench in response.

"Just tell me what to do," Rain said, her voice thick with fear but laced with determination. "Tell me how I can help."

"Keep pressure here," Kay instructed, guiding Rain’s hands to a deep gash on your side. The wound bled sluggishly, staining Rain’s fingers a dark crimson. "Navarro, I need more gauze, and a needle and thread. We have to stop the bleeding before anything else."

As Rain pressed down, she leaned close to you, her breath warm against your ear. "You’re going to be okay," she whispered, though her voice trembled. "I’m right here, baby. We’re going to get you through this."

You stirred slightly, your eyes fluttering open just enough to focus on her. "Rain..." your voice was weak, barely more than a rasp. "I’m... sorry."

"Don’t," Rain choked out, tears welling in her eyes. "Don’t apologize. Just hold on, okay? Just hold on."

The room was silent save for the occasional clink of metal instruments and the sound of your labored breathing. The bowls of water that Andy brought over quickly turned pink, then a deep red as Kay and Navarro worked to clean your wounds. The table beneath you was soon stained with blood, the scent of iron heavy in the air.

Kay’s hands moved quickly, stitching up the worst of the gashes, her face set in concentration. "We need to get her stable," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. "She’s lost too much blood."

Andy hovered nearby, clutching a clean towel he had found, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and helplessness. "W-will she be okay?" he asked, his voice small and hesitant.

"We’re doing everything we can," Navarro replied, her tone a blend of reassurance and reality. She exchanged a look with Kay, who only shook her head slightly.

Rain noticed the exchange, her heart sinking further. "She has to be okay," Rain whispered, her voice cracking. "She has to."

Hours passed, and the night deepened, the oppressive silence of the compound only broken by the sound of your shallow breaths and Rain’s quiet murmurs. She held your hand tightly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a rhythm meant to comfort both you and herself.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of the words she was afraid she’d never get to say again. "Please don’t leave me. Not like this."

You managed a weak smile, though it took all the strength you had left. "Love you... too," you whispered back, your voice barely audible. "Always."

Rain leaned down, pressing her lips to your forehead, her tears mingling with the blood and sweat that covered your skin. "Always," she echoed, her heart breaking with every passing second.

As dawn approached, your breath became more labored, the fight slipping from your body. Rain felt the shift, her entire world narrowing down to the weakening pulse beneath her fingertips. "No, no, no," she whispered frantically, her grip tightening as if she could somehow keep you anchored to life. "Please, don’t go."

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and peace. "It’s okay," you whispered, though it cost you everything to say it. "I’ll... always... be with you."

Rain’s sobs filled the room as your eyes slowly closed, your hand slipping from hers as your body went still. The silence that followed was deafening, a hollow void where your heartbeat had once been.

"She’s gone," Kay said quietly, her voice steady but carrying the unmistakable edge of sorrow. Her words cut through the room like a blade, the finality of it crashing down on Rain like a tidal wave. The compound, already dim and cold, seemed to grow even darker.

Rain didn’t respond immediately. Her body began to tremble, first just a slight shiver in her shoulders, then growing into a full, uncontrollable shaking as the reality of your loss settled in. She leaned over your still form, her tears falling in relentless streams, splashing against your skin. "No... please, no," she sobbed, her voice breaking, clutching at you as if holding you tighter could somehow pull you back from the abyss.

Andy, who had been standing nearby, approached hesitantly. His synthetic form seemed to sag under the weight of the moment, his usually bright eyes dimmed with a sorrow that was unnatural for a machine. "R-Rain," he stuttered, his voice halting and filled with a strange echo of human grief. "She... she loved you so much."

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with despair. Tyler stood off to the side, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He stared at the floor, unable to look at you, unable to reconcile the brutal end you had met with the strong, vibrant person he had known. His chest heaved with the effort to keep his own emotions in check, but the tear that slid down his cheek betrayed his inner turmoil.

Bjorn, always the stoic, had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his expression unreadable. But his eyes were fixed on Rain and your body, the usual hardness in his gaze softened by a quiet, painful understanding. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to breathe. For all his gruff exterior, the sight of Rain breaking down over your body pierced through his defenses.

Navarro, who had been helping Kay moments earlier, stepped back, her hands shaking. The blood that had stained her fingers felt like it was burning into her skin, a reminder of how close they had all come to saving you—and how far they had failed. She pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob that threatened to break free, her eyes brimming with tears.

As Rain's sobs grew louder, more desperate, the room's silence was broken only by the sound of her heartbreak. "Please, don’t leave me," she whispered through her tears, her voice small, broken. She pressed her forehead against yours, her fingers tangled in your hair as she pleaded with you, as if willing you to open your eyes, to take just one more breath.

Andy knelt beside her, his mechanical hand resting gently on her shoulder, though his touch was cold. "I’m s-sorry," he managed to say, his voice almost robotic but laden with the echoes of human grief. "She was b-brave."

Tyler finally moved, crossing the short distance between him and Rain. He placed a hand on her back, his own tears now falling freely. "She saved you, Rain," he said softly, his voice strained with the effort to keep it steady. "She saved us all."

Rain didn’t respond, her world having collapsed to just you and the unbearable loss that consumed her. She clung to you, pressing her face into your neck, her sobs muffled against your skin. "I can’t... I can’t do this without you," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please, wake up. Please."

But the silence that followed was deafening, the finality of your death sinking into the hearts of everyone present. Kay moved around the table, gently covering your body with a blanket, her movements slow and reverent, as if any sudden action might shatter the fragile hold they all had on their emotions.

As the hours passed, the reality of the situation set in. Rain never left your side, her fingers still entwined with yours, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Andy remained close, his presence a silent vigil, his circuits whirring quietly in the background.

Bjorn and Tyler took turns keeping watch at the door, their usual banter replaced by a heavy silence. Navarro sat in a corner, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the floor as she tried to process the loss.

Rain’s heart ached with a pain so deep it felt like it would consume her whole. But through her grief, she knew one thing with absolute certainty: you had saved her, sacrificed everything for her, and that knowledge, though it brought her no comfort, would be the anchor that kept her from completely drowning in her sorrow.

She leaned over, pressing one last kiss to your forehead, her tears mixing with the blood still staining your skin. "I’ll never forget you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’ll never stop loving you."

[hashtagboykisser]

LOVE LANGUAGES !!

ENCANTO KIDS !!

characters included: mirabell madrigal, camilo madrigal, luisa madrigal, dolores madrigal, isabela madrigal

this is in terms of RECEIVING, not GIVING, if this is liked enough i might do another :)

MIRABELL MADRIGAL: quality time

most may think mirabell’s love language would be words of affirmation - considering her family didn’t give her that for most of the movie,

but imo she puts her family and lover into two separate categories, and she doesn’t expect the same thing from each.

and plus, she does like affirmations like “i’m proud of you” not so much “you’re stunning” (as much as she does appreciate it, she would just explode lmfao)

she likes living in the moment with her partner, and it doesn’t matter what they’re talking about, or what they’re doing. it’s a breathe of fresh air - and she needs a lot of it sometimes - especially when she’s stressed.

she loves any kind of love her partner gives, but quality time means the most to her :)

overall rating:

quality time: 10/10

words of affirmation: 9.5/10

gift giving: 7.5/10

acts of service: 6/10

physical touch: 5.5/10

CAMILO MADRIGAL: physical touch

i think the main reason camilo is so into physical touch is becuz this boy CANNOT keep his hands to himself (well, he can, but only if he has to.)

i feel like he’s not a huge fan of words of affirmation and acts of service, he’ll enjoy them coming from u, but there not his favorites.

he doesn’t need words of affirmations becuz he already thinks he’s amazing lol. like you’d go “camilo, ur awesome.” and he’d be like “ik sweetheart, ty for the reminder.”

he also wants to show you how manly he is so he is big on doing acts of service for u, but not so much the other way around. XD

gift giving (or ig receiving in this case) and quality time are something he loves, but physical touch still is at the top.

this bitch is a damn love machine, so he’ll take from u and give anything to u.

overall rating:

quality time: 8.5/10

words of affirmation: 7/10

gift giving: 9/10

acts of service: 6/10

physical touch: 10/10

LUSIA MADRIGAL: words of affirmation

lusia goes through a lot of stress - even after the events of the movie (imo.)

so hearing a simple “your doing great today!” or a “i’m proud of you” makes her cheeks swell from smiling.

she also really appreciated acts of service becuz of this!

she loves gifts, but she feels bad about u spending money on her😭🥹

on top of all this, she loooves physical touch. she loves giving headpats lol. and she loves receiving hugs and kisses, hand kisses will be the death of her heheheheheh

overall rating:

quality time: 7.5/10

words of affirmation: 11/10 !! lol

gift giving: 7/10

acts of service: 10/10

physical touch: 9/10

DOLORES MADRIGAL: receiving gifts

gifts - big or small, mean the absolute world to dolores! to her, it shows you cared enough to 1: buy her something and 2: pay attention to what she likes. and she’s all for it!

your family doesn’t have much money? no biggie! she love’s physical touch too. hand kisses, holding her hips, and playing with her hair are her favorites :) are this things small? yes. but does she love small gestures? also yes.

words of affirmation she also loves, but the appearance based one’s rllyyyy get to her. “you look like stunning today.” or “i love your smile.” are the kind of things she loves :)

quality time doesn’t mean to much to her - as she can always hear her partner anyway. but don’t take that as she doesn’t wanna see you at all, because it’s quite the opposite!

she likes doing acts of service for her partner, and not so much the other way around, just becuz she likes having the feeling of doing something and crossing it off a list.

overall rating:

quality time: 6.5/10

words of affirmation: 9.5/10

gift giving: 10/10

acts of service: 5/10

physical touch: 9/10

ISABELA MADRIGAL: acts of service

home girl can get stressed out - just like the rest of her family, and she really appreciates when it’s taken off of her shoulders.

she really enjoys massages - so physical touch is smth she enjoys.

words of affirmation are sorta different for her, she wants to hear “you’re not perfect, but that’s what i love about u.” or “trying your best is all u can do, don’t push urself.” yk?

isabela enjoys receiving gifts, but it’s not always the way she likes to feel loved, but she cherishes everything u can give her like a diamond🫶

she likes quality time as well - but i can imagine her being busy a lot so sometimes it isn’t always so easy.

overall rating:

quality time: 7/10

words of affirmation: 8.5/10

gift giving: 6.5/10

acts of service: 10/10

physical touch: 8/10

hey heyyy

i hope y’all enjoyed!

if u wanna request smth go for it!!

if there’s anything offensive/inaccurate here feel free to lmk🫶

love yaaa!! <3

-hermy

[niteskysx]

strawberry.

bjorn x reader (i tried smth different by putting Reader in the fic instead of yxn so let me know if it looks okay or if it works for you guys 😭)

Summary: One night, she shows up in his room—with intentions he never thought she’d bring to him, acting like the complete opposite of her usual shy, rule-following, goody two-shoes self. He thinks she’s finally dropped the good girl act. Has she?

(if this is a bit long, i apologize. i tried to post it on ao3 but i havent been accepted there yet lol)

Bjorn sat on his bunk, thumbs tapping idly at the controller in his hands, the dim light from the screen casting a glow over his face. His brows furrowed in concentration as he muttered under his breath, completely absorbed in the game.

The door slid open with a soft hiss.

“Unless you’re Tyler with a bottle of booze or an alien here to kill me, get lost,” he grumbled without looking up.

No response. Just soft footsteps.

Bjorn’s fingers paused over the buttons, and he finally looked up, frowning when he saw her standing there.

She was the last person he expected to show up at his bunk. Little-miss-stick-to-the-rules, the one who always looked at him like he was one sarcastic comment away from getting shoved out of an airlock. Her usual stiff posture was gone; instead, she leaned against the wall, lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. The hell? She never smiled like that — not at him.

She didn’t look like herself. Her hair was a little more tousled, her eyes shadowed like she hadn’t slept.

She sat down next to him, close enough that her knee bumped against his. Bjorn blinked.

“Uh… hi?”

Her lips twitched. “Hi.”

Bjorn scowled, setting his controller aside. “Okay, what the hell? Did you get lost on your way to literally anywhere else?”

She tilted her head, gaze flickering to his mouth before meeting his eyes again. “No. I wanted to see you.”

Bjorn’s body stiffened. His brain scrambled for a logical explanation—maybe she hit her head during that last escape, or maybe Tyler had spiked the water rations for fun.

“What do you want?” he muttered, voice low and rough.

“Nothing,” she said simply, her smile deepening. “Just your company.”

Bjorn shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. “Go find company with the others,” he muttered. “You know, the people you actually talk to.”

“But I don’t want them,” she murmured, leaning in slightly. Their knees were completely touching now.

Bjorn narrowed his eyes. “Are you drunk?”

“No.”

“You sure? Because you’re acting weird. Like… you got body-snatched weird.” He forced a smirk. “Should I check for antennae?”

She laughed softly—a different kind of laugh. Low. Smooth. Something about it made his stomach tighten.

“Come on, Bjorn,” she murmured.

His body tensed. “Come on, what?”

She leaned forward just a bit, her breath warm against his ear. “You always push me away,” she whispered. “Why?”

His pulse jumped. He pulled back, eyes searching hers. “Okay, yeah, you’ve either been hitting the ship’s hidden stash or you hit your head.”

She tilted her head, her fingers skimming his arm. “What if I just want to get to know you better?”

Bjorn caught her wrist, gripping it firmly. “What the hell’s the matter with you?” His voice was sharp, but his grip wasn’t.

She only smiled, like she knew something he didn’t. “I don’t know.” Her voice dropped, almost teasing. “Why? Do I seem… different?”

“Yeah.” He let go of her hand, shoving himself upright. “You don’t act like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, stepping even closer. Now she was standing between his legs, looking down at him. He swallowed.

“Flirty,” he said bluntly.

She giggled. Actually giggled. Bjorn swore under his breath. “You hate me, remember?” he muttered. “Think I’m an arrogant prick.”

“Maybe I changed my mind.” Her fingers dragged down his arm, nails scratching lightly over his sleeve.

Bjorn shivered. He should push her away. Instead, he just stared at her. “You’re not like this,” he said again, voice strained. “You’re shy. Quiet.”

“Maybe I’m tired of being shy,” she murmured.

He sucked in a breath as she shifted even closer. He tried to lean back, but his shoulders hit the headboard.

“Maybe I like your attention…” Her breath brushed against his neck, warm and teasing. “And wondering what it would feel like to touch you.”

Bjorn’s brain short-circuited. What the hell was happening?

She was practically in his lap now, her weight pressing against his thighs, her fingers ghosting up the back of his neck. His instincts screamed at him to stop this, to shove her away and demand what the hell had gotten into her.

Instead, his mouth did what it always did when things got weird: it ran with it.

“Well, you know what they say,” Bjorn drawled, letting his gaze flicker to her lips. “Opposites attract.”

She smiled. “You think we’re opposites?”

“Yeah. I’m fun. You’re…” He waved a hand vaguely. “Not.”

She giggled again, a sultry little sound that sent heat curling through his stomach. “Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Bjorn exhaled sharply, trying to ignore the way her knee pressed into his thigh. “Please. I know you. You’re the one who gives me that disappointed teacher look every time I crack a joke.”

Her fingers toyed with his belt. His muscles twitched under her touch. “Maybe I just enjoy your attention.”

Oh, hell no. Something was definitely wrong. His pulse hammered in his ears.

“What’s with you?” he asked again, voice rough. He caught her wrist before her hand could slide under his shirt. “Seriously.”

Her pupils were blown wide now, black swallowing the color. “I don’t know,” she whispered. Her lips parted. “But don’t you like it?”

Bjorn gave a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well, if you’re trying to seduce me, you might wanna work on the creepy factor.”

She tilted her head. “Is it working?”

Bjorn’s grip on her wrist tightened. “I mean… maybe a little.”

His smirk faltered when she swung one leg over his thighs and fully straddled him. Heat surged through his body. Her weight pressed against him, her nails dragging over the back of his neck—it messed with his head.

“Relax, Bjorn,” she whispered. “You think too much.”

“That’s funny,” he muttered. “Everyone says I don’t think at all.”

Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging his head back slightly. His throat bobbed. Every instinct screamed to stop this, because something about the way she looked at him wasn’t normal.

But then she leaned down and kissed him.

Slow. Deep. Needy.

Bjorn groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he kissed her back. She tasted like metal and danger, like something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop craving.

His hands slid up her back, gripping her like he was afraid she’d pull away. The kiss turned messy, desperate. His mind screamed at him to get a grip, to push her away before he did something stupid.

But when her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer—he was gone.

So, so screwed.

(3  Hours Earlier)

The emergency lights bathed the control room in harsh, red flashes. Alarms blared through the ship’s speakers, a robotic voice repeating: “Containment breach. Sector 5.”

Navarro’s hands flew across the controls. “Shit, shit—come on!” she muttered, her eyes darting between the monitors. One showed Tyler and Bjorn, trapped in the quarantine chamber, weapons raised. The other displayed a writhing mass of translucent, sinewy creatures slithering toward them.

“Navarro, get us the hell out of here!” Tyler’s voice crackled through the comms, his usual bravado laced with panic.

“They’re closin’ in,” the reader said, gripping the back of Navarro’s chair. Her heart hammered in her chest. The creatures' movements were disjointed but fast, their limbs twisting unnaturally as they swarmed toward the two men. “Can’t we override the door?”

“I’m trying!” Navarro’s fingers flew across the keyboard. “They locked it remotely from the lab after the breach.” She paused, brow furrowed. “Wait. There’s a manual override in the maintenance shaft.”

The reader swallowed hard. “I’ll go.”

“You sure? It’s crawling with those things out there.”

The screen showed Bjorn, standing back-to-back with Tyler, swiping his forearm across his sweaty face. His voice crackled over the comms, his accent sharp: “Oi, can we speed this up? Not tryna be anyone’s midnight snack here!”

The reader didn’t answer. She was already sprinting toward the maintenance hatch.

The shaft was barely wide enough to crawl through. The metal walls groaned with each movement. Sweat dripped down her temple as she pushed forward, flashlight clamped between her teeth.

The override panel came into view — a small box marked MANUAL RELEASE. Her hands shook as she flipped it open and punched in the code Navarro had given her.

“Come on… come on…”

From the shadows ahead, something scraped against the metal. The hair on her neck stood on end. Her eyes darted toward the sound. The flashlight caught a flash of pale, rubbery skin skittering across the metal.

She slammed the release lever down.

The alarm shifted to a new tone: “Chamber door disengaged.”

Back in the control room, she stumbled through the door as Tyler and Bjorn burst in behind her.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” Tyler panted, bending over with his hands on his knees. “That was close.”

Bjorn leaned against the wall, sucking in breaths. His shirt was torn, streaked with dark fluid. “Yeah,” he wheezed. “Remind me to never volunteer for a ‘routine inspection’ again.”

“I bloody hate space,” he muttered.

Hours later, the adrenaline had worn off. The ship was quiet again.

The reader stood in the tiny bathroom, running damp fingers through her hair. Her reflection stared back, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. She turned her head to the side, inspecting a scrape on her cheek from the maintenance shaft.

That’s when she felt it: a faint tickle along the shell of her ear.

She frowned, reaching up. Her fingertips brushed against something cold and slick.

It moved.

She jerked her hand away, heart slamming in her chest. Another tickle — deeper now, just inside her ear canal. Her breath hitched. She grabbed the edge of the sink, eyes wide with horror.

Sudden pressure built behind her eardrum. Her vision blurred. Then, as quickly as it came, the sensation disappeared.

Her pulse slowed.

Maybe she imagined it. Maybe it was just leftover nerves from the mission.

She forced a shaky breath and turned off the faucet.

Behind her, in the mirror’s reflection, her pupils dilated unnaturally. Just for a second.

And then... black.

———————————————————————————

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. Her body arched into his touch as his fingers toyed with the button of her pants, fumbling to undo it. His mouth found the pulse at her throat, sucking softly, and a low hum escaped her lips.

Then—

A jarring flicker behind her eyes.

The sensation was sharp, like someone yanking a cord plugged into the base of her skull. Her vision blurred. For the briefest moment, everything went black.

When clarity returned, she was on Bjorn’s bed, half-straddling his lap, his hand already slipping beneath her waistband.

Her heart seized.

What the hell—how did I get here?

Her stomach lurched. Her body felt disconnected from her mind, like waking up in the middle of a nightmare. The pressure of his palm against her hip, the heat of his breath on her neck—she didn’t remember any of it or how she got into this position.

“Stop,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Get off—get off me.”

Bjorn didn’t react immediately. His mouth was still at her throat, teeth grazing her skin.

Her pulse skyrocketed. Panic took hold.

“Stop!” she said louder, raising her hand and slapping the side of his head.

“OW! What the—?” Bjorn recoiled, clutching his temple. His eyes flashed with confusion and anger. “What the hell?!” 

She shoved his chest so hard he nearly fell off the bed. His head snapped back, the sting of her slap still burning against his scalp.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted, scrambling off his lap like he was on fire. Her eyes were wide with panic, cheeks flushed.

Bjorn blinked. His brain short-circuited. His hair was disheveled, her lipstick smudged across his jawline. “Me? What am I doing? You’re the one who climbed into my bed and started getting handsy!”

Her mouth dropped open. “I did not!”

“Oh yeah? You just happened to sit on my lap and try to eat my face for fun?” He pointed to his hair. “You yanked my hair like you were testing the damn roots!”

Her face twisted with confusion — then horror. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my God.” 

She stared at him, heart racing, mind spinning.

He scoffed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “First you come in here, climb on top of me, panting in my ear like a rabid fox—and now you’re bloody hitting me? Fucks the matter with you?”

Her eyes went wide. “I—I don’t remember doing that. I don’t know how I got here— I don’t- I was lying in my bunk and… then I… I woke up here. With.. you.”

Bjorn let out a low, bitter chuckle. “Right. Sure you don’t.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, shaking his head as he stood. “God… you are such a fucking tease.”

She backed away, breath unsteady. The confusion etched into her face was unmistakable. Bjorn’s eyes narrowed; his head tilted as he watched her, curiosity flickering behind his frustration.

Her brows knitted. She took another shaky step back, nearly stumbling before catching herself. Without another word, she turned and fled the room.

Bjorn ran a hand through his hair, giving his head a slight shake as if to clear it. “Fucking girls, man,” he muttered, then collapsed back onto his bed with a frustrated groan. 

Reader slammed the door to her room and locked it, her chest heaving. Her heart still raced from whatever the hell had just happened in Bjorn’s room. She backed away from the door, rubbing her temples.

What the fuck was that? How did I even get there?

She paced to the mirror, her reflection just as disheveled and panicked as she felt. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen from Bjorn’s kisses. But she didn’t remember walking there. Didn’t remember straddling him. Just… being at the sink. The pressure in her head. The sick squirming sensation beneath her skin.

Her hand flew to her ear. The spot just beneath the canal—where she’d felt it last night. A twitch, then a burrowing sensation. Her stomach churned.

No. No, this couldn’t be real.

She pressed harder, wincing at the soreness. Something had happened. Something had crawled in.

Her mind shot back to earlier: Tyler and Bjorn fighting off the small, slick creatures in the cargo bay. The skittering limbs, the way one darted toward the vent before Bjorn stomped after it.

Her pulse spiked.

One must've gotten out.

One must’ve gotten into her.

———————————————————————————

The med bay had found nothing. No parasites, no head injuries, no alien goo lodged in her brain. By the end of the day, she was convinced she’d had a psychotic break. A weird, horrifyingly embarrassing psychotic break that involved dry-humping Bjorn’s lap.

She hadn’t spoken to him since. Every time she passed him in the halls, she speed-walked in the opposite direction while he smirked like the cocky asshole he was. 

Now the crew was gathered in the common area, poring over whatever scraps of data Navarro had managed to recover from the ship’s security feeds. Everyone was tense. Tired. Half-expecting those acid-blooded monsters to rip through the walls at any second.

Navarro tapped a few keys on the console. “Alright,” he muttered. “Here’s footage from corridor C, two hours before the first attack.”

The screen flickered. Grainy black-and-white footage showed an empty hallway. The group leaned in. Nothing happened for a few seconds… until a small, worm-like shape wriggled across the floor and disappeared into the ventilation shaft.

“What the hell is that?” Tyler asked.

“No idea,” Navarro said. “Looks like it moves like a—wait.” His brow furrowed as he clicked to the next feed. “This is from the crew quarters last night. After we locked down the south wing.”

The screen changed.

Her stomach dropped.

There she was. In fuzzy night-vision, walking into Bjorn’s bunk with a slow, almost predatory stride. She watched herself climb onto his lap, run her fingers through his hair, and kiss him like she was auditioning for a damn romance holo.

Tyler choked on a laugh. “Holy shit.”

Her entire body locked up. Heat flooded her cheeks. “T-t-that… that wasn’t me!” she stammered, voice cracking.

Bjorn, sitting across from her, turned his head slowly and met her gaze. His mouth curved into a lazy, delighted grin. “Sure looks like you.”

“It’s not!” she shouted, practically vibrating with mortification. “I-I don’t remember any of that! I was possessed!”

“Oh yeah?” Bjorn leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “By what? The Horny Ghost of Deck Three?”

The group burst into laughter.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I-I swear! I was sleeping! And then I woke up in his room and—”

“On my lap,” Bjorn added helpfully. “Don’t forget the lap part.”

Navarro frowned, tapping the screen. “Wait, hold on. Look at the timestamp.”

They all turned back to the footage. As her possessed self kissed Bjorn, a tiny shape slithered out from behind her ear — the same worm-like creature — and crawled from the bunk to the floor.

Seconds later, her body froze mid-kiss. Her eyes went glassy.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I wasn’t crazy.”

Navarro nodded grimly. “Looks like whatever that thing is… it was controlling you.”

Bjorn let out a low whistle. “So you were possessed.” His jaw tightened, amusement draining from his face. “Brilliant. I was snogging some alien parasite, not you.” His eyes darkened. “That’s fucking disgusting.”

Tyler shifted uncomfortably, arms crossed over his chest. “Why Bjorn, though?” His tone was casual, but there was a flicker of something beneath it—jealousy, maybe. “I mean… you could’ve climbed into either one of our bunks.”

Bjorn, still lounging against the table, perked up. “Yeah. Why me?” He straightened, elbows resting on his knees, eyes locked on hers. “Gotta say, I’m curious.”

Even Navarro, typically all business, arched a brow and turned his attention toward her. The question hung heavy in the air.

She froze. The weight of their collective stares pinned her in place. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “I… I don’t know.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t know what that thing wants.”

The silence stretched, brittle and sharp.

Navarro finally broke it, voice grim. “To reproduce,” he said, nodding toward the footage. “That thing—whatever it is—wasn’t just controlling you. It was looking for a host.”

Her eyes widened. “A host… for more of those things?”

“Exactly.” Navarro’s jaw tightened. “And it didn’t pick Bjorn at random.”

Bjorn’s smirk faded. “Wait… what the hell does that mean?”

Navarro leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “That thing was trying to reproduce. It chose you because you’re the most compatible host.”

Bjorn let out a dry laugh. “Compatible? What, like I’ve got a ‘prime breeding material’ stamp on my forehead?”

Tyler snorted, though his eyes never left the screen. “I mean… wouldn’t be the weirdest thing about you.”

Bjorn shot him a glare. “Piss off.”

She barely heard them. Her mind was spinning. “So… it climbed out of me and went into Bjorn?”

Navarro gave a slow nod. “Or at least tried to. We saw it crawl toward him on the footage before it disappeared under the bed.”

Her stomach turned. “And now it’s… what, still in here somewhere?”

The group fell silent.

Bjorn tensed. “Under the bed,” he repeated, glancing toward his bunk. His legs shifted, like he was preparing to bolt. “It’s still here.”

Tyler’s face paled. “Shit.”

Navarro stood. “We need to find it. Now.”

Bjorn took a step back, eyes scanning the floor. “Right. Great. A horny alien worm loose in my room. Just what I fucking needed.”

———————————————————————————

As Tyler and Navarro swept the flashlight beam across the floor, scanning for the creature, Bjorn shifted closer. His shoulder bumped lightly against hers.

“You know…” His voice dipped, low and teasing.

She stiffened. Bjorn leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Do you really not remember what happened between us?”

Her throat tightened. She turned her head slightly — and immediately regretted it. His blue eyes caught hers, sharp and glinting with amusement.

“I—I told you. I don’t remember,” she stammered.

He tilted his head, a slow smirk curving his lips. “Shame.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, then flicked back up. “You were so… enthusiastic.”

“Bjorn,” Tyler called out. “This isn’t the time.”

Bjorn gives him a look of displeasure.

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire at this point.

_________________________________________________

The flashlight’s beam glinted off the metal bedframe, casting shadows like skeletal fingers across the wall. Tyler crouched, lowering the light to the floor. The shadows shifted — and then something moved.

Tyler’s voice interrupted the moment: “Shit—there it goes!”

A glistening, worm-like creature squirmed at the edge of the beam, pale and slick, like it had been birthed from static. It slithered toward the baseboard.

Navarro lunged first. His boot stomped down with a sickening squish. The creature convulsed beneath the heel, its form pulsing, writhing.

“What the hell is that thing?” she breathed.

“Parasitic entity,” Navarro grunted, grinding his heel into the floor. “Uses human hosts to reproduce.”

Bjorn’s jaw tightened. “Reproduce… like make us host its babies?”

Navarro didn’t answer. She just pressed down harder. The worm gave one final twitch before going still, a smear of iridescent fluid pooling beneath it.

Bjorn exhaled shakily. “Jesus Christ.”

Tyler leaned against the desk, skin pale. “So… is that it? We’re good now?”

Navarro crouched to examine the remains. The goo shimmered unnaturally in the light. “This one’s dead.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “But if it came through when we opened the rift… there might be more.”

Reader’s stomach twisted. “More? Like how many more?”

Navarro wiped the goo onto a tissue. “That depends on how long it was in you.” She stood, meeting reader’s eyes. “And what it did while it was.”

Silence stretched between them. Her skin crawled with invisible touches.

Bjorn broke it with a shaky laugh. “Great. So I almost got laid by a possessed chick because some horny alien worm decided I was a suitable breeding ground.”

He raked a hand through his hair and gave a crooked grin. “Gotta say, not my proudest moment.”

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The ship was too quiet.

She sat curled up on the worn couch in the living quarters, pretending to read the manual for the comms system while the vents hummed overhead. The rest of the crew was gone, off checking the engine room for more of those alien freaks. She should’ve been worried. Anxious. Hyper-alert.

Instead, her mind kept flashing back to that grainy CCTV footage Navarro had pulled up yesterday.

Her. In Bjorn’s lap. Hands in his hair. Mouth on his like she was trying to suck the soul out of him.

The secondhand embarrassment still made her want to self-destruct.

"Deep breaths," she muttered to herself. "It wasn’t you. You were possessed. Just…ignore him."

“Talking to yourself now?"

Her spine straightened with a jolt. Bjorn’s voice.

Of course.

She didn’t look up. "Go away."

"Why would I do that?" His footsteps creaked across the floor. “We’ve got the whole ship to ourselves. Thought we could…bond.”

"Pass."

He chuckled. The sound made her eye twitch.

Her focus stayed glued to the manual as he dropped onto the couch across from her, sprawling like he owned the place. Silence stretched between them. She could feel his gaze like a physical weight, dragging up her legs, past her folded arms, straight to her face.

“You know,” Bjorn said after a minute, “I’ve been trying to figure something out.”

She exhaled sharply. “Are you now?” She answered completely uninterested.

He ignored her. "Your chapstick."

That got her attention. Her eyes snapped to his. "What?"

"That night," he said, tapping his lower lip with his thumb. "When you kissed me."

Her cheeks flamed. 

“Strawberry?” He squinted, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Nah… cherry, maybe? It was sweet. Kinda fruity.”

Her stomach twisted.

Bjorn chuckled. “C’mon. Tell me. It’s been driving me fucking crazy all day.”

"You're unbelievable," she muttered, standing abruptly to leave.

She turned toward the hallway — but he was faster. He stood and moved into her path with infuriating ease, blocking the exit.

Her heart skipped. She took a step back, and her shoulders hit the cold wall.

Bjorn placed a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in just enough to make her breath hitch. His blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

"You know," he said softly, "it's my birthday today."

She crossed her arms, willing herself not to react. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks." His smirk deepened. "Aren’t you gonna ask what I want for my birthday?"

She clenched her jaw. "No."

"Go on." His gaze flicked to her lips. "Ask."

Her throat tightened. She hated how her pulse spiked when he looked at her like that. Like he saw straight through her bravado.

"...What do you want for your birthday?" she mumbled, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the floor.

Bjorn's mouth curved into a slow, wolfish grin. "A kiss."

Her head snapped up. "You’re insane."

"Maybe." He pushed off the wall just enough to trail his fingers down her arm. Goosebumps erupted across her skin despite herself. "But you seemed pretty into it last time."

"It wasn’t me," she said through clenched teeth.

"That’s what you keep saying." He leaned in again, voice low. "But you know what I think?"

"No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me."

His breath brushed her cheek. "I think you liked it."

Her chest squeezed. "You’re disgusting."

"And you’re a terrible liar." His eyes dropped to her mouth. “C’mon. One little kiss. For my birthday.”

The worst part? He was close enough that she could smell the faint cologne-and-cigarette scent of him, feel the heat of his skin. And for one horrifying second, she thought about giving in.

Then her fight instinct kicked in.

She smacked the side of his head — hard — and shoved him away.

Bjorn stumbled back, surprised, then laughed. "Agh! What the fuck?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, chest heaving. "Go and get your head checked, you freak."

She turned and marched toward the door.

Behind her, he chuckled again. "Damn. That actually fucking hurt."

She rushed out, heart racing, steps quick and unsteady.

"Strawberry," Bjorn called after her. "I knew it."

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[grimyandereencantosimp]

Can you do something like safe only with Isabela.

(I'm sorry for taking really long with this!)

Safe (Yandere Isabela x abused! fem! reader)

Tw: Murder, blood, strangulation, abuse,unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

You had never told Isabela, or anyone about the abuse or just bad home life you had. You didn't want to risk your parents finding out about it, and beat you until you were dead. Like many times before.

You were just, too scared.

You had snuck out from your parents home while they were sleeping, you were currently on your way to Isabela's place to hang out. When you arrived, you had greeted Casita and walked up the stairs to Isabela's room.

You knocked on the door, awaiting a answer. The door suddenly, but quickly opened. Revealing Isabela with a big smile on her face. "Come in!" She said excited. You walked in closing the door behind you. Making sure to cover the bruise on your face with your hair when she wasn't looking.

You walked over to Isabela's bed sitting next to her, starting to have a convo until she asked if she could do your hair, which was a big no no for you currently. You couldn't let her see your bruise, no. "Can we maybe do something different today?" You asked polietly. Making Isabela frown slightly. "Um sure?" She said, making you somewhat relieved. "So what do you want to do then?" Isabela asked still a little confused. "Um, maybe a tickle fight?" You said grinning. "If you say so..." Isabela playfully smirked. All could be heard in the room was laughing, until, something happened.

You looked up at her confused to why she had stopped, "what's wrong Isabela?" You questioned. "Um, (y/n) why do you have a giant bruise on your face? Is everything okay?"

You then gasped, seeing your hair was no longer hiding the bruise.

'Shit!'

"Oh that, I just fell and hit my head really hard that's all." You lied, hoping she would believe the lie. But she did not instead replying. "I don't think falling over would cause that much of a bruise (y/n). Now please tell me what's really going on." Isabela said gently, now holding your hands. "I can't say anything." You said blankly. "(Y/n)...Please."

"I-I'm being abused...."

When you said it, it made you look away not wanting to talk or think about it. "Why didn't you tell me (Y/n)...?" Isabela asked in sorrow. "Because if I said anything my parents would beat me." "Y-your parents are abusing you?" You nodded softly. "Would you like to stay here tonight?" Isabela offered. "I don't know..." "Please (y/n), it's for your safety." "Alright then..." You said in defeat, but somewhat feeling safe now that you were with Isabela for the night. But again it was only a night. Who knows what your parents would do to you when you got back...

You eventually ended up falling asleep, which was the perfect time for Isabela to go pay a vist to your parents. As she traveled there all she could think of revenge, how dare someone hurt her darling. It was your parents as well, Isabela felt disgusted how they still dared to say they were your parents.

Isabela stormed into your house, making her way to your parents room. Once she was in there, she started to strangle one of your parents with a vine. Doing the same to the other, until both of them were dead. "Such pathetic excuses of parents." She mumbled to the corpses.

Isabela went back to Casita walking back into her room where you were still sleeping, she smiled. Walking over to you, stroking your hair with her hand.

No one would ever touch her beloved, again...If they did they would pay..

(Omg I just realised it has the same title as the Dolores one 🤦‍♀️)

[serqphites]

why is my girl so underrated… watching alien tonight for the sole purpose of writing for her and her big brown eyes!!!

[marveldcfandom]

Kendra and Y/N snuggle each other.

Y/N: I love you so much, baby.

Kendra starts kissing Y/N’s neck.

Y/N: Just imagine, we have a baby with little wings.

Kendra: (gigging) We not even at that point.

Y/N: Just saying.

Kendra: I love you.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Request - Could you do a headcanon of being Jenna Ortega older brother by 3 years, who is an actor and singer, and is dating Isabela Merced.

•You and Isabela met on the set of Madame Web. You play a villain and you had to do fight scenes with her.

•While filming Madame Web, you and Isabela would spend a lot of time together. During lunch breaks, she would be in your trailer.

•You and Isabela bond over music.

•Isabela was in shock when she found out that you are Jenna Ortega’s older brother. She binge-watched Wednesday and she saw the photos of you and Jenna on your phone then you told her.

•In Hollywood, everyone knows that you and Jenna are related and older by 3 years. But you never worked with your sister.

•You are very protective of Jenna.

•Jenna would call you late when she feels overwhelmed and you do your best to comfort her.

•You and Isabela started to date in secret. You didn't even tell your sister about Isabela.

•Isabela is very affectionate with you. She likes to cuddle, and have her arms around you and likes it when you play with her hair.

•You and Isabela are slowly opening up to each other.

•Your first kiss with Isabela happened when you and Isabela got a little tipsy.

•Your first date with Isabela was in Japan at a karaoke bar. You and Isabela had to travel to promote Madame Web.

•Jenna suspired you at your movie premiere of Madame Web. You and Jenna posed for the paparazzi.

•You would post pictures of you and Jenna on Instagram when it's her birthday.

•Jenna would call you or send you a funny text on your birthday.

•You have been working on your music and putting out new songs. Then Jenna and Isabela would post on their Instagram accounts showing support for your music.

•You and Isabela are starting to get serious.

•You, Jenna, and Isabela got cast in the same movie.

•Jenna is happy to act with you.

•You still haven't told your sister that you are in a relationship.

•Isabela can see that you are close with your sister.

•Jenna caught you in your trailer kissing Isabela.

•You told her that you are dating Isabela. Jenna did get mad because you didn't tell her.

•You told your sister that you have strong feelings for Isabela.

•Isabela and Jenna did hang out without you.

•You and Isabela start to work on music together.

•Jenna and Isabela are friends and they get along. Your sister supports the relationship and you are happy about that.

•People started to talk about you and Isabela online because paparazzi took a picture of you kissing your girlfriend.

•You and Isabela confirmed the relationship.

•Sometimes, you and Isabela would argue.

•Jenna would tease you about dating Isabela.

•Isabela knows how to comfort you when you feel overwhelmed.

•She kept some of your shirts and hoodies.

•Jenna accidentally told the family that you have a girlfriend. Now they started to ask your questions

•Isabela said it first, that she is in love with you.